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March 18, 2017

ah, beach city,
you are what you are,
wherever you are

you care not whether
you are loved;
those who do not love
will stay away,
and those who stay
care for little else

choosing sand over dust,
or breeze off the ocean instead of the river –
these are things I can comprehend

it is the bleak interior,
the windy plain
that baffles me,
in my perception cage

I too live under the sun,
and I visit the coast,
but I live
by the river,
again and again
by the river

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